In a city marked with aging lots
There's a house upon a hill
Arguments over wills
Of the long since gone
As the color fades they make their way
To the front of the line
Served one at a time
They'll eat you alive
Nobody lies & nobody steals
Who decided you know what is real?
That house is not home
And their joy is just on loan
From a borrowed time
It's yours, not mine
Let's nickel and dime our own
The mornings that she waited for
Seemed to have never came
Played like a game
Yeah, we played that game
If he'd only do as he was told
And keep his head out of his mind
The square circles the line
It's not yours, but mine
No one see & no one knows
Voices are leased to own
Out of sight, out of mind
Novices give 'em names and go back home